Forest
A white-haired girl stumbled through a maze of holly trees, her lips, paler from running, opening and closing as she repeated a futile cry:
"Help me..."
The shouts were weak, accompanied by heavy and rapid breathing.
She was already wearing a rather simple linen dress, and now there were several huge cracks on the surface, revealing the wounded skin.
The rip extended from the back down to the waist, and it was obvious that the intention was to cut the waist belt, but the less than perfect knife skills made the sword do more than just cut the cloth.
"Hehe... I originally just wanted to let her clothes fall apart, but I didn't expect there would be an unexpected gain."
Following behind her were two men holding samurai swords. They kept a leisurely pace and followed the girl leisurely.
On the girl's back, in addition to the linen clothes that were cut open, several ribbons were touched by the blade, freeing the fruits that were bound to them.
The girl's size was far beyond her age, so she had to hug her body with her hands while running to avoid losing her balance and falling to the ground.
However, even so, the shaking was enough for the two people behind to catch a glimpse of the snow-white scenery overflowing from the armpits.
"Hey, it's a good thing we let her escape first, otherwise we wouldn't have the chance to enjoy this kind of stuff."
"Oh, it's the last bet, who's going?"
"I'll come, I'll come."
The sound of a knife being sheathed could be heard from behind the girl. The bet was, of course, whether the girl would fall down as a result.
"Okay, okay, you come on. If you don't knock me down... Hey, then let me enjoy it first?"
Even without thinking, one could understand what they were betting on, and the mood of the girl in front gradually sank to the bottom.
I can't do it anymore… I can't run anymore…
No...who will come...
"bring it on,"
After sheathing the sword, the man removed the scabbard from his waist, secured the scabbard and hilt with a rope, and lifted it high.
"Playtime's over, little sister!"
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The crisp sound of hitting made the girl's heart skip a beat. She couldn't help but close her eyes, enduring the coming pain.
However, the expected pain did not come, and instead, a different voice from the two evil spirits behind him was heard:
"You bully a defenseless little girl like this, you ronin...it really makes me angry."
The girl, who had already lost her strength, fell to the ground distracted by the sound and subconsciously looked back.
She saw a strong figure with red hair standing between her and the two ronin who were planning something bad. The fallen scabbard was held in his palm, motionless.
"Where did you come from, you little brat? How dare you ruin our good thing?"
The man who was about to give his mobile phone to his companion started cursing when he saw this. He didn't take the man in front of him who called himself "old man" seriously but looked like he was just over 20 years old.
He had no weapon in his hand, and it was still two against one on his side, so there was no reason to worry.
He turned his gaze towards his companion, only to find that the latter had a strange look on his face:
"What are you doing? Pull out your knife! Come and beat him up."
"I... am already doing that... but..."
The man who was being called had a flushed face, and veins on his hands were bulging. Even the rope used to secure him was about to break, but his hands remained motionless, as if no force was exerted on them at all.
"I can't open it…Ah!"
The rope could not bear the weight and ended its mission with a "hissing" sound. The sword and the scabbard were separated, and the man who was pulling the knife fell to the ground.
"Little girl, are you okay?"
Ignoring their words, the red-haired man tilted his head and looked at the girl behind him.
"without..."
The girl had just uttered half a word when she had to stop talking due to a physiological reaction and could only convey her confusion with her eyes.
"Are you going to ask me about this old man? Ah... Anyway, my name is Senko Muramasa. We'll talk about the rest later."
As he spoke, he raised the remaining empty scabbard in his hand without looking back. The man out of sight was just about to raise his sword and chop it down, but was blocked by the scabbard raised by Muramasa.
"Now..."
He then turned his attention back to the two people here:
"You guys, let me chop you seven times first."
The Swordsmith of Another World: Chapter 2: Village
"Get up, idiot! Now's the time to stab him—"
The man whose sneak attack failed hurriedly shouted to the man lying in confusion on the ground, while pouring more force into the knife.
Muramasa did not fight hard, but loosened his grip slightly, allowing the scabbard to tilt to one side, and the opponent's weapon pressed on the scabbard also slid off.
Also sliding down was the opponent's center of gravity leaning forward. The force originally poured in caused the weight of the body to be completely pressed forward, and he lost his balance in an instant.
It was not until the tip of the knife hit the ground that the man recovered from his forward imbalance.
At the same time, the back of a foot wearing a straw sandal suddenly enlarged in front of his eyes. The next second, the entire vision returned to darkness, and the whole body overcame gravity and flew backwards.
Before Ronin lost consciousness and experienced a few seconds of interstellar travel, his ten fingers could no longer hold the weapon in his hand, leaving it in the human world.
"The workmanship is really rough..."
Muramasa picked up the knife left by the traveler and weighed it in his hand:
"However, I'm not in a position to be so picky right now. Just make do with it... hm?"
Although projection can be used, in the absence of a position and magic supply, the resources that can be saved cannot be wasted.
Just as he was sighing, the guy who was lying on the ground frantically crawled towards the depths of the jungle, not even caring about his companion who had completely lost consciousness in the distance.
"I have to go, I have to go... tell the boss, otherwise..."
Looking at his appearance, Muramasa couldn't help but sigh:
"If you stand up like a warrior, I might even give you a little more respect."
After saying this, he bent forward and leaped forward, stepping hard on his back, ending his life with one blow. However, after a brief moment of thought, he added something to the corpse.
"No... I still can't."
After destroying the important blood supply organs, he pulled out the blade and then slowly walked towards the unconscious man.
"That, that... 0? 貳庻尔2 (1) Delete〆 "Spiritual Bane Yueyi..."
Seeing the man who suddenly appeared easily deal with the two people, the girl finally breathed a sigh of relief and stammered.
"Oh, have you recovered a little? Sorry, wait a moment. It's best to close your eyes. This guy can still move."
After the reminder, he swung the knife again, turning the man into a 3:7 appearance that was not suitable for children.
The girl didn't dare to say a word. When Muramasa drew his sword, she had already looked away, not daring to look at the scene.
She hesitated for a moment, kept turning her head, and said:
"Thank you for saving me..."
"It's okay, I just wanted to do it myself."
After thinking for a moment, Muramasa added:
"I won't ask you for any reward."
"No...that's not what I meant..."
Hearing Muramasa's words, the girl hurriedly shook her head, causing the already tattered cloth on her body to loosen. She was so embarrassed that she quickly covered her leaked spring light with her hands.
She was conflicted about whether to plead with him to save their village, but also felt that this was asking him to die.
Besides, I was just a person being rescued, so why would I ask him for help...
Muramasa did not try to understand the meaning of the other party's words, but simply used the long shawl in his hand to cover the other party's sensitive shame.
The long white cape fluttered down from above, wrapping her body in it and calming her restless heart a little.
Besides, since she didn't want to say it, she must have her reasons, so she simply said:
"Can you still move? Find a place to hide first. I'll go deal with the other ronin first."
Hearing that the other party was planning to deal with other ronin, she exclaimed "Eh" and turned back to dissuade him, but when she turned around, there were only falling leaves and swaying grass tips.
When rescuing the girl, Muramasa had already sensed the smell of blood here. Even though they were not related, his body still moved on its own.
Judging from the sound, it should be not far from here.
Without transforming into a spirit, Muramasa simply flew through the woods at a rapid speed, and in a few breaths he was out of the woods.
What appeared before my eyes was a village located on a slope, but what hit me was the strong smell of rust.
Muramasa stopped between the forest and the edge of the village. After observing for a while, he frowned and said:
"I really don't want to see you die..."
The wooden walls were stained with winding red, and only 10% of the people remained on the thatched roof.
Some of the instigators were standing below with a leisurely look on their faces, throwing something towards the roof, leaving a red trail when it was thrown out.
Cries and laughter rang out from the house. The remaining people sitting around the campfire ignored the screams coming from inside the house. They were throwing the village food into the pot and swallowing it with the smell of the surrounding food.
"The boss's new treasure is really powerful. The brothers can finally run away without seeing the guards~"
"That's right! I'll never forget the guard's expression!"
"Don't be so leisurely, wait until the boss comes back with the boat and then leave quickly, otherwise it will be a disaster if the patrol arrives."
"Why, do you look down on our boss? He's the famous Captain Ghost Shark!"
"Bah, you've become obedient when you meet someone with divine eyes. If I can't deal with the captain, can I deal with you?"
"Hiss...that's right."
Listening to what these guys who were drinking and having fun said, Muramasa couldn't help but frowned a little, and he glanced at them briefly.
Lying on the ground were not only the villagers in cloth, but also about three or four warriors in armor.
They still held standard spears or wakizashi in their hands, and their armor had large holes in it, with charred marks still on the wounds.
Obviously, that is not something that can be achieved by weapons alone, let alone combined.
Magic? Or...
Never mind. Anything goes.
Muramasa could not ignore the overflowing anger when witnessing the scene before him. No matter what their purpose or means were, it was imperative to kill them all.
To preserve his sanity, Muramasa let out a long sigh and said coldly:
"Let's reduce the number of people first."
After estimating the number of people around, he made a decision and ignored the groups of guys over there. He flashed and cleared out the other ronin who were alone in the village.
Taking advantage of the noise over there as a cover, he instantly arrived in front of a ronin who was standing on a high place to keep watch, and with a wave of his sword, he beheaded him.
"Do not--"
Before the person who was helping to spread the word in the distance could utter a word, a flying blade pierced his throat, followed by another horizontal slash.
The few people who were having fun together were completely unaware and continued with their own entertainment.
At this time, a tall man in full armor came from the direction of the beach. In addition to the knife as a weapon, he also had a purple round pendant hanging on his waist.
It was obvious that this man was the leader of the bandits. After packing up the ship, he was about to come back and tell his men to pack up their valuables and run away.
However, when the ghost shark looked up, he found that the guy who was ordered to stand down was nowhere to be seen. His brows under the iron helmet couldn't help but frown, and then he slapped the wanderer on the head who was talking and laughing.
"Ouch! Who—"